Dreams tainted in blood,
having become a shadow on an empty wall to stare at,
embracing the echo of a sparkle having died within a lost moment in time.
Just let it drown.
Hidden deep inside,
the part with all the warmth and the oh!-so beating heart,
that urges to wake up and fight for things so close to the soul leaking out into a world gone cold.
Let it drown.
Some things have to be silenced,
and disappear into the sea of gray that once had been full of a purple sparkle,
and break itself into
a thousand unheard frequencies.
For otherwise
this body will break and the skin will rip apart and tell
that nothing is ever left,
of all the tales that could have been,
of all the things that never were,
I need another witching dream.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 
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